Dear Vita, Baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t take beautiful second birthday portraits like I did with your brothers and sisters, sorry that it took me almost a…
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Lockdown eases, and I book an appointment with my fertility consultant; we still have one more perfect embryo, Vita’s twin-still-in-storage, a little frozen emblem of hope and potential. The clinic…
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Our family lockdown begins a few days before the national one. The children burn with fever; Embla, the worst afflicted, begins to cough. I sleep in her bed all night,…
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Seven years ago, an expectant mum searched the internet for families like her own and realised how little representation there was online of LGBTQ parents. So, she decided to start…
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Dear Embla and Olympia, I’m writing to you after Christmas; this fourth birthday letter is extraordinary late, but I did want to take the time to acknowledge you and how…